In a terribly sentimental mood listening to raspy records being played in a golden lit room. Cozy, with a layer of snow on the window sills.
You know how it goes sometimes.
In a terribly sentimental mood listening to raspy records being played in a golden lit room. Cozy, with a layer of snow on the window sills.
You know how it goes sometimes.
I’m glad I directed “Proof.” People, you know PEOPLE, always know what play that is. Upon my...
♪ Welcome to the Working Week ♪
love this.
In French, you don’t really say “I miss...
Known to some, yesterday was my 21st birthday during which I spent my evening at the Jane Hotel...
My wife and I were at a bar tonight eating dinner and I overhear the barman:
“I don’t even like...